Sandra by Bukowski

in the slim tall

ear-ringed

bedroom damsel

dressed in a long

gown

 

she’s always high

in heels

spirit

pills

booze

 

Sandra leans out of

her chair

leans toward

Glendale

 

I wait for her head

to hit the closet

doorknob

as she attempts to

light

a new cigarette on an 

almost burnt-out

one

 

at 32 she likes

young neat

unscratched boys

with faces like the bottoms

of new saucers

 

she has proclaimed as much

to me

has brought her prizes

over for me to view :

silent blonde zeros of young

flesh

who

a) sit

b) stand

c) talk

at her command

 

sometimes she brings one

sometimes two

sometimes three

for me to

view

 

Sandra looks very good in

long gowns

Sandra could probably break

a man’s heart

 

I hope she finds

one.